Fallen...

Fallen…
By Ibrahim Olalere_ Poesy

Mayhap, I died yestreen
Whilst trying to reach the crest of my feelings
I tripped and fell in love
And my heart hit the floor
She was there!
To receive my tears
Lo! My dignity and pride
I failed to cry
unto my feet, refusing her hands
With a bone of contention fractured in my mind
“Could this be her?
The “N” of my deeN
The bearer of my kids
…Yet I walked away
With bruises and aches
If only she’d say “Hi,
it’s you I like”
Just before I heal
And her presence would quit being a big deal